B

"To thine own self be true."
William Shakespeare, Hamlet


I am A and she is B.
Though I cannot be without her and she without me.
A and B is a whole, breathing C.
But without each other they result to D.
D is not another entity.
D is for death.
The great actuality.

B talks to me ceaselessly every Saturday night-
talks about the thin line between wrong and right.
Oh, the horror of the things she puts into me!
Robbing me of my dreamy serenity.

I grew afraid of her as time goes by,
She made me ill, she made me cry
Because she becomes stronger everyday,
While I feel I am wasting away.

She wants to take over to do horrible things,
Like wiping out a whole bunch of earthlings.
She's the one who talked to you impertinently,
While I was supressed in a corner silently.

She wasn't afraid of coackroaches when it's them I dread,
I love peace and beauty while she likes anarchy instead.
I guess she is really smarter yet bolder than me.
When she takes over,people say I'm moody.

But what people don't understand at all,
Is what it feels to have one body but two souls
And in silence I bear out my sufferring,
Because B is never leaving.

What's dire were those times she whispered awfully,
How she would like to kill me-
How she'd like to tie a noose around her neck,
And how we'd end in perfect wreck.

Understand that yes, I am afraid of cockroaches, monsters, ghosts, and all evil people-

But it's B I am most afraid of all.

I am A and she is B. 

Though I cannot be without her and she without me.

A and B is a whole, breathing C.

But without each other they result to D.

D is not another entity.

D is for death.

The great actuality.